Those Autumn leaves......

Here t’is late Friday nite....well, late for a septugenarian anyway ‘n for da boyz...
Rusty’s no biggie... he just stretches out ‘n goes to sleep wherever but Willie....after awhile Willie gets impatient with us ‘n goes off t’bed on his own...independent little cuss sometimes...
We had stuffed bell peppers for dinner...’n I’m still eating them...well, still tasting them is what I really mean....we don’t have them often ‘cuz I kind’a curl my lip at their suggestion but Millyrose likes stuff like that ‘n since my appetite has sort’a gone away for awhile ‘n Millyrose gets frustrated in her attempts to find a meal that interests me, I find it’s in my best interests if I just shrug ‘n say okay to whatever she suggests....altho’ she’ll prob’ly disagree with that....on the other hand, I could point out that we’ve had several different types of soup lately ‘n I ain’t a soup person most of the time....I mean, I’m okay with soup beans ‘n cornbread....I’d like ‘em better if I could eat a chunk of raw onion with ‘em but raw onion doesn’t agree with me anymore...
I like fried potatoes with my soup beans ‘n cornbread....not that sweet yellow mush that passes for cornbread at places like Marie Callendars but white cornbread with a crust made in an iron skillet ‘n served with lots of butter.....beans ‘n taters ‘n cornbread, all washed down with a big glass of milk...if I was a real, old-fashioned Kentucky hillbilly, I’d have said a glass of cold buttermilk but I never could do that buttermilk thing....Mom ‘n Dad could, and did...but they were authentic and I came of age in the ‘fifties...
Anyways the weather is cooling now, the rain is coming...it’s Autumn, the leaves are changing ‘n it’s time for soup beans ‘n cornbread... Kentucky cornbread made with white cornmeal ‘n buttermilk ‘n baked in a cast-iron skillet.....